The Universe gave birth to Earth. The Earth spawned California, and after much boosterism on the part of many Southland hucksters, Los Angeles. Los Desnudos emerged out of this dusty landscape. They have done it all - rock bands, theater troupes, R&B groups, jazz casuals - and the diversity of their experience has lead to a unique melding of influences. Some call it “punk jazz”, while others prefer the term “inexplicable madness”. Explaining their origins, guitarist Steve “Killer” Kowalski says, “We just got together and started playing everything we couldn’t play at our other gigs.”

Their debut album, “Nude Awakening”, was released in February of 2007, recorded over three weekends in a villa in Palm Springs. It is a celebratory homage to the sly innocence of that desert paradise, as well as a diffused portrait of the privatized and increasingly elusive landscape leading back to the East Hollywood neighborhoods that they call home. Whether it’s the live improvisations of “Enlightening Valley” and “Mountain Views”, the group choruses of “Giant Buttons” and “Something is a Foot”, the unabashed thrash of “Hot Water Pipes” and “Fezz Puddles”, or the warped a capella of “U.S.A.”, it’s an original direction in music.

Their unique sound is punctuated by the unpredictable, manic celebration of their live shows. Echoing the sentiments of other first-timers, the engineer at a recent gig greeted the band post-set by saying, “Man, I don’t know what the fuck that was, but it kicked ass.” Los Desnudos’ drummer, De Longpre, sums up their sound best: “We’re in flux, 72 times.”